Yes, I’m in the hospital. I’ll probably go home tomorrow (Monday).

I took an unfeasibly hard fall on my bike on Thursday night.

Riding in a group, the person in front of me lost control. In an effort to avoid hitting her, I went down myself. In efforts to avoid hitting me and the first person, several other people also went down.

I took the full force of the fall on my hip joint, which was apparently enough to break it. No one else, to my knowledge, required medical help, but I was a bit out of it at the time from the pain (I didn’t hit my head at all, though).

Yes, this is precisely as unpleasant as it sounds.

Yes, the bike is fine.

In this one event, I started down a path wherein I achieved many personal firsts: first bike fall, first broken bone ever, first ambulance ride, first oxygen cannula, first IV, first experience with opiods, first actual hospital stay, first CAT scan, etc.

Oh, and first surgery. You can’t just put a cast on this, so they patched me up with a plate and some pins.

No, it is not clear if I’m going to be setting off metal detectors going forward. I should probably ask about that. My bet is yes.

All things considered, I’m doing fine. Despite the pain of the initial injury, there’s nothing like being in the ER around people with actually no-shit life threatening problems to put your plight in perspective. Plus, most of you people are on Facebook and have been commenting and messaging me with all manner of support, so I’ll repeat what I said there: I’m a lucky, lucky man to have you all in my corner.